Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

In the study, Xuan paper was already laid out on the desk, and all the necessary writing materials, such as brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, were readily available. The fragrance of ink wafted gently in the morning light.

Su Qing sat upright in the seat of honor, with two pieces of paper in front of her, one for Yun Shengsheng and one for Yun Ziyan.

He planned to test the two younger students' handwriting first to see how well they had practiced and whether they had memorized the new characters.

Yun Shengsheng sat on a small stool, her two short legs dangling in the air.

She was very confident; she could write all the words correctly, recognize them all, and recite them from memory even with her eyes closed.

But she's a "three-year-old child" right now. A three-year-old child who can hold a pen steadily is already a genius. If she gets all the answers right from a dictation, Su Qing would probably send her to the Imperial Academy on the spot.

She took two deep breaths and began to "struggle" to hold the pen. The words she wrote were crooked and distorted, but their outlines were still recognizable.

On the other hand, Yun Ziyan was completely different. Although he started learning late, he was extremely diligent.

I've been practicing calligraphy extremely hard these past few days. The light is on every night before midnight, and I get up again at dawn to practice. I copy each character no less than three hundred times, and when my fingers get blistered, I wrap them in cloth and continue writing.

At this moment, as he picks up his brush and writes, each character is square and steady, every stroke revealing the strength and vigor of a young man.

Su Qing paced around behind the two students, nodded slightly, and a satisfied smile appeared in her eyes. She hadn't made a mistake in accepting either of them.

Fan Sibo sat quietly to the side, looking at the book Su Qing had prepared for him, without even raising his head, completely focused.

Just then, the young page boy strode in and leaned down to whisper in Su Qing's ear what Yun Zide had said.

Upon hearing this, Yun Shengsheng's little eyebrows immediately furrowed, her lips pouted, and she blurted out in her childish voice, "He... is bad... I'm not going... I'm not going!"

Su Qing was slightly taken aback.

This was the first time he had ever seen the little child so angry.

But she was too young, and could only utter these few words over and over again, unable to make sense of it. Su Qing had no choice but to turn her gaze to Yun Ziyan beside her.

Yun Ziyan put down his pen, stood up, and recounted exactly what had happened in the alley.

No matter how Yun Zide blocked the car, how he refused to let people pass, how he incited others to block the road together, how he kept saying "thinking of them" but just wouldn't let them pass.

Every word is true, and the tone is neither humble nor arrogant.

Su Qing's face didn't show much expression. After listening, he said to his page, "Just say it's not necessary."

Not a single unnecessary word.

The page bowed and withdrew.

Outside the courtyard gate, Yun Zide was waiting anxiously. He rubbed his hands together, straightened his clothes, and had a hint of undisguised smugness on his face.

Those who went in were all his cousins; no other family gets this kind of treatment!

The courtyard gate creaked open.

Yun Zide quickly stepped forward, but was stopped by the page boy as soon as he took a step.

The pageboy wore a polite smile: "The teacher said that he will take care of the two students, and he will teach them if they do not follow the rules."

The smile on Yun Zide's face froze on his lips before he could even wipe it away.

The pageboy didn't even glance at him, and slammed the door shut again with a "bang".

Behind him, the alley was silent for a full three breaths.

Then a low, murmuring chuckle drifted over from all directions.

"I thought they were relatives. Turns out, this is all?"

"Even a scholar's degree won't help; you can't just knock on Mr. Changru's door with a thick skin."

"His younger cousins ​​are inside, and he's outside...tsk tsk tsk."

Yun Zide stood there, his face feeling like it had been ground against the ground. He took several deep breaths, then turned and strode away.

At the end of Shen Shi (3-5 PM), the sun hung obliquely on the western roof ridge.

Su Qing's courtyard gate finally creaked open, and three people drove out in an oxcart.

Yun Ziyan clutched a sheet of paper covered in annotations, his knuckles still stained with ink;

Fan Sibo was holding two books, his brows slightly furrowed, and he was muttering to himself.

Yun Shengsheng sat on the back of the oxcart, her short legs dangling from her back. Her face bore the marks of hardship etched on her features by life's repeated trials. Indeed, learning is the most arduous task in any era, without exception.

How many words did she write today?

Three hundred?

Five hundred?

I can't remember, but anyway, her fingers no longer belonged to her.

The oxcart clattered along the cobblestone road as it left the alley, turned onto the main street, and slowly disappeared into the distance, enveloped by the lively atmosphere of the shops lining the street.

Unbeknownst to them, Yun Zide slowly emerged from behind an old wall in the shadows.

A pair of gloomy eyes stared intently at the departing oxcart.

He didn't say anything and quietly followed them.

The oxcart wound its way through the county town, finally turning into an alley and stopping in front of a shop.

Yun Zide stopped at the alley entrance, shrank into the corner of the wall, and peeked inside with half his face sticking out.

He froze at first glance.

A brand-new plaque hangs above the shop – Gan's Pastry Shop.

The shop door opened wide, and Yun Huaikang and Gan Yuwan came out to greet them with smiles on their faces.

Gan Yuwan scooped Yun Shengsheng from the oxcart into her arms, muttering something as she patted the dirt off her and pushed her into the house.

Yun Huaikang said a few words to Yun Ziyan and Fan Sibo, then personally went to the door, removed the threshold, and led the oxcart into the yard.

The shop door closed behind them.

Yun Zide thought he was seeing things, so he rubbed his eyes hard and stubbornly stayed on guard for almost another hour.

The shop door didn't open again, but the faint sounds of spatulas and children's laughter could be heard from inside.

Only then did he finally dare to confirm.

My second uncle and aunt quietly opened a shop in the county town.

It's still a pastry shop.

Shops in this area are not cheap, whether you rent or buy them.

He then remembered what his parents had said before: his second uncle and aunt's family had received five hundred taels of silver. He had thought it was an exaggeration, but it turned out to be true. Otherwise, where would they have gotten the capital to open a shop in the county town? This is the county town, after all.

His fingers unconsciously clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms, causing a sharp pain.

He stared at the plaque, his eyes swirling with intense jealousy and disbelief.

Why? Why is his insignificant second wife living such a thriving life in the county town?

Why is it that the second wife, who can't even afford two taels of silver, now has a shop, a business, and a great scholar to teach her children?

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

Oh right, he remembered there was a bully on this street, who was also a relative of his mother's family...